I entered Gavin in a cutest baby contest. I’m a little sheepish about this. (SHAMELESS PLUG: If you read Pregnancy & Newborn Magazine, you can vote for the Worm.) I never thought I would ever do such a thing. I’m a man, for crying out loud! (Which is something men don’t do, by the way.) So, why would I even think to do this?

I know every mother thinks their kid is the most beautiful thing in the universe, but that’s hormones playing with a woman’s mind! I’m not a woman and I don’t even have hormones! (At times, Steph thinks that I barely even have a heart!) What’s gotten into me? Does spending too much time with a baby generate estrogens in a man? (Why is my underwear suddenly more baggy in the front?)

Is my sanity in fatherhood spiraling out of control? Is SAHD life making me soft? (Am I growing man boobs?)

I feel like a different man. Not quite a wo-man, but a more sensitive man…I guess I would say a Wham!-man. I’m no longer a Bad Boy. For certain, Last Christmas, I was a manly man. (How many Wham! song references can I make?) Now, I’m a sopping, photo-taking, face-wiping, diaper-changing shadow of my former self.